A week later, Brayden was discharged from the hospital and came back home. Alessia hung around him playing the perfect wife, snapping orders at staff like the spoiled Mafia heiress she was.

I stayed in my room with Clara, trying to steer clear of both of them and focus on keeping myself, and the triplets, alive.

Clara tossed me a look over her laptop. “You know this can’t last forever. Hiding up here while she plays house downstairs?”

I sighed, rubbing my belly. ...